Monday, January 12, 2009

Well, We All Can't Be Michael Phelps

Mrs. Scribe was putting in her laps at the local rec center yesterday afternoon. Two young-ish (maybe froshies?) high school girls asked to share the lane. Being the Ever Generous & Humble Scribe that she is, Mrs. S. scooted over to make room.

One of the girls had a local high school's team cap on. The other was on the...shall we say "plumpish" side? Keep in mind that Your Intrepid Scribe is neither a) a Spring Chicken nor b) the Sveltest Gal in All the Land (try saying that 3 times fast!). No, we're not criticizing the young woman for her weight. She just didn't look like she wanted to be there, is all.

Let's put the rumors to rest. Yes, Mrs. Scribe is getting on in years, but she still has some gumption in her gallop. The Old Woman was lapping the 2 young women. By quite a bit. Kicking their fannies, in fact.

Every 250 yards, when Mrs. Scribe would switch from strokes to kickboard & back, she'd catch a snippet of convo from the other side of the lane. Seems the girls were getting ready for lifeguarding class. And the heavier one hadn't been in the water for a long, long while.

At one point, a slightly heated debate ensued. High School Team Cap turned to Chubby Friend.

Now if I could just get over the self-consciousness of donning a bathing suit at my age and displaying my bariatric body, I would go swimming. I used to every day in the pool in our apartment building - but then no one used the pool when I did!!It is very satisfying and motivating, isn't it, when we can trump those who are younger, who ought to be able to outdo us, lol! Thanks for visiting my Welcome to Alberta blog today!I must come back to get inspired!!

Yea for you! I was a competitive swimmer for about 12 years, but somewhere along the line I went for about five with no available water. After that I could no longer get my arms out of the water. Very sad!! Picture me with a kickboard!